A Petrarchan sonnet on the lush landscape and the source of the Great Nile.
The source of life begins in Jinja’s flow,
Where Lake Victoria spills its silver soul,
To start a journey toward a distant goal,
Through hills where coffee and the matooke grow.
The "Pearl of Africa" begins to glow,
As mountain gorillas take their quiet stroll,
And healing winds begin to take control,
Of scars the people suffered long ago.
From Rwenzori’s peaks of ice and stone,
To Kampala’s hills where seven pulses beat,
A strength of spirit that is yours alone.
With every drum and every dancing feet,
The seeds of hope are resolutely sown,
To make the vision of the pearl complete
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